Street traffic

First day of school of my last week. The new situation, that I am sitting in school with Jessica, a Swiss (like most students at the moment, namely 4 out of 6), is pleasing. Of course, individual instruction is very good, but studying together is not less intense and gives you a little more time to reflect. That's good too.
But I don't want to go into detail about school.

What fascinates me in cities again and again is the street traffic and especially the challenge of moving around as a pedestrian. Of course, with consideration for safety, but ... still quickly and not as organized and rule-compliant as in Switzerland. Crossing Corso Umberto I in Naples or Via Quattro Novembre in Rome or Avenuda de los Shyris in Quito or any other multi-lane street without paying attention to the pedestrian traffic light or somewhere in between where there is none: That is exciting and requires good judgment. I love it. 

I think people do that everywhere in the world, just not in Switzerland, or let's say in Central and Northern Europe. It comes to mind that in Altstätten the authorities are seriously concerned about the status of Trogenerstrasse between City Hall and Beck Rist. People would cross the street there without using the pedestrian crossing. What status should this street have in order to maintain order? 
They don't have these worries here.

I had to go to the center of a roundabout today to retrieve a hidden cache. The roundabout had four lanes. What to do in such a case? 
Look, observe how the traffic moves. Since this roundabout was controlled by traffic lights, there was a consistent flow. And so it was easy to walk through the waiting cars in the middle and search for this cache. A quick find and out of the roundabout again, after taking a couple of photos.

A few days ago, I watched a woman waiting at a busy street at the traffic lights and repeatedly walking between the cars when they had to stop, offering apples and mandarins. 8 pieces for a dollar the price. That wouldn't be really unusual here, because it happens thousands of times with all sorts of products. But: On the edge of the street, one meter away from the tires of the waiting cars, her little son was sitting. He was about two years old, estimated. Equipped with a diaper. There was a kind of bench and on it a few dirty cloths with something to play with. Not much, some plastic car or something. The little one enjoyed himself without the idea of ​​moving towards the street. The moment his mother was away from the street, the traffic light turned green and the cars rushed away. Frequently, the mother was not even with the child during this green phase of the cars, but on the median strip, three lanes away from her child. What trust in God, or rather what a clear matter for the child, which was definitely not yet in the stage of rational development. I could only marvel.

In general, you see all sorts of people taking advantage of the waiting phase of the cars. Some sell fruits, others toothbrushes or sweets. Newspapers are also offered on Sundays. Many, however, perform, present something, give a demonstration. Jugglers are often seen. Less frequently, fire breathers. And the craziest thing I saw was a man who, when the traffic light was red, quickly set up a rope in front of the three lanes, hoisted himself up and pretended to be a tightrope walker, juggling three burning torches in addition. His wife and daughter assisted him, as they had to keep refilling the torches while he made sure that the rope was on the ground when the traffic light turned green and the cars could drive over it. Nothing could go wrong. Imagine a motorcyclist rushing forward ...

I took a photo and then put a coin in the hat for this family. However, I had to go to the median strip, between the cars.